Jax looked at her face.
Read every crease of pain. Every tremor of betrayal.
He understood what was going through her mind.
A stranger had appeared. Helped her. Fought for her. Cared for her. Married her. Showed the world his love for her—whether fake or real.
And then shattered everything.
From her words, he could guess what she was thinking now.
'He's a spy. A human infiltrator. He needed something from me. From my family. From the demon realm.'
Jax's thoughts turned inward.
'I admit... I followed her for my own entertainment. The thrill. The amusement.'
'But that doesn't change the fact that I genuinely wanted to help her.'
'I freed her from her misery. ME. A complete stranger. She owes me.'
'So why...'
He looked at her sobbing form.
'Why do I feel guilty?'
'Why do I look like the villain here?'
His hand moved on instinct. Reaching out to comfort her.
Then stopped midway.
Hesitation gripped him.
But then he noticed something.
She wasn't furious.
